These artists and acrobats create, compose and live in
Occitania.
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« Man is the fruit of desire, and by no means a necessity »
Gaston Bachelard, postman turned philosopher
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« LA CAPTURE » by Carole Laure:
the ability to say no
Nobody can forget her video-clip “Save the last dance for me”,
choreographed by Edouard Lock - with beautiful Louise Lecavalier - where she danced
with her hands and with that mischievous look in her eyes… On Saturday, June 14,
Carole Laure, the beautiful Québécoise who played Solange in Bertrand Blier’s film
“Préparez vos mouchoirs”, was in Le Buisson-de-Cadouin where she had a bite to eat
with her admirers, out in great numbers for the preview of her latest film “La Capture”
which was a roaring success.
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By translating Eugène Le Roy into Occitan...
Freedom is spelt in the local patois
Thanks to Jean-Claude Dugros, « Majoral du Félibrige », a troubadour
of the 21st century, « Le Moulin de Frau » sees, 100 years after the death
of its author, its first translation into Occitan published by « Lo Bornat
dau Périgord ». It’s the story of Hélie Nogaret, a fatherless child whose mother
has a job as an office clerk planned for him. However, Hélie, a lover of nature
and freedom, chooses to go and live with his uncle, Sicaire, the miller of the Moulin
du Frau in the Isle Valley. The world of Jacquou, before Jacquou, with rebellion
and vitality, is thus depicted down to the last detail in the native language of
the characters the author presents.
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Working for Le Bugue: in both the literal
and the figurative sense
After a four-year break « Le Bugue Toucouleur » are back to work
and they held their 16th exhibition at the Porte de la Vézère in Le Bugue at the
end of last summer. The organizers and members of the Association “Oeuvrer pour
Le Bugue” are once more in high spirits after being requested to withdraw from their
activities on 1 April 2007.
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« We’ve not come here to get
hammered! »
whimsical rugby tales
The fortunes and misfortunes of a make-believe rugby club, the
pride and joy of a purely fictitious village. Any resemblance to any village club
(in the Périgord, for example) is totally accidental. What’s more, there’s no proof
whatsoever that Daniel Chavaroche and Jean Bonnefon ever even played the game in
Saint-Cyprien, Le Bugue ot Montignac in their young days.
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